A
girl suffering from the loss of her father goes to an all-girls boarding school
and enrolls in the drama club. Her
teacher selects a weird play from an anonymous author that focuses heavily on
voodoo. As the play edges closer towards
opening night, people at the school begin dying off in mysterious ways.
Voodoo
Dolls had a solid premise, but other than a cool black and white flashback in
the beginning, it takes way too long to unfurl its obvious and predictable premise. You’ve got to wait a while before anything
remotely horrific happens, and when it does, it’s rather tame. The sluggish pacing, especially early on
doesn’t help matters as the film is one long, dull slog.
There
is at least one memorable subplot involving the main bitchy trollop’s
relationship with her lesbian roommate.
When she rebuffs her roommate’s clumsy pass, the devastated girl runs
off and commits suicide. I guess it was
progressive at the time to have this sort of undercurrent in the film, but
unfortunately, not a whole lot is done with it.
If
you’re wondering why the movie is called Voodoo Dolls, it’s because in one
scene, the titular dolls attack a Peeping Tom janitor after he spies on some college
girls showering a la Porky’s. This scene
is pitiful. The dolls are basically
pinned onto the actor while he flails around.
It makes Puppet Master look like Psycho by comparison. After
that, it’s back to more insufferable interminable boredom.
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